Pasteur, Cleric of Ilmater

I am suffering and dying because I am too busy with work stuff to sit down and draw proper art of the blorbos even tho I have so much art I want to make and ships I want to draw and other people's OCs I want to draw and instead I am busy with my job which I love but not drawing is making me very sad.

But the people you're stuck with have no concept of modern medicine and when you say "let's go to the hospital" they will say shit like "i think they kill people at the hospital" and "we should ask this swamp lady" or "this guy over there told me about this homoeopathic healer kind of guy but he got abducted" or "this random bard wants to help" and "I'm not going to dial 911 because I don't want the government to know my home address" or "maybe we should consider a deal with Satan". And then a bunch of them KEEP consuming the chemical because it makes them "stronger". One guy might explode for unrelated reasons. You have a few days before this situation is getting critical and suddenly they're solving crime and doing general charity for the community.

And FOR SOME REASON you still try to help these idiots and you STILL want to help them get the cure even though they all keep insisting the "doctors" at the "hospital" might try to "kill them" and they don't have insurance. And you keep telling them to just. go. to. the. hospital. before the time runs out and you all die very horribly of a very treatable condition.

Modern AU Lae'zel would be a ballerina, in this essay i will

me: COWS!!!!

me: noooooooo

me: NOOOOOOOOOOO! DONT MILLK